Torn (A Nigerian Piece)
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My eyes trailed down and to my sheer horror, my mother was lying on the floor. Lifeless, motionless and stiff. The red liquid which I then concluded was blood was flowing like a river from the back of her head. Her eyes were wide open which scared the life out of me.
Her Pink Jalamia was now a deeper shade of red as it soaked up the blood.
Her black slipper in her left palm, maybe she used it to defend herself. The tiles had blood running all over them and the white rug had a new pink colour added to it due to the red liquid.
He came closer, putting his fore finger on his lips, telling me to keep quiet and he brought the bottle closer. I let my instincts take over and I ran away from him.
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Having your mother murdered by no one else than your father might not be the best thing to happen to a teenager.
Efe Naborhi's life takes a 360 degree turn as she has no choice but to live with her neighbour/best friend, Amanda.
Left with nothing but bile and bittersweet determination running down her throat, she sets up on an adventure to find the man who started it all whilst meeting people and going places she never thought she would set eyes on.
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